Ohanzee Hayes

Personality: quite mood-swingy, sarcastic, irrational when depressed, really energetic and happy with friends as well as talkative and funny, very attentive, caring, wants to help people but knows he can’t help everyone, more of an observer than a leader or follower

Location of Home: has no real “home,” he wanders around during the day carrying everything he has in a backpack and sleeps wherever he can

Status (Married, single, etc.): Single

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Beliefs (Religion, Afterlife, etc.): he believes in God and angels and Jesus, but doesn’t worship them, he believes they are evil; he hopes there is an afterlife so he can meet his parents

Family: his parents both died on the day of his birth, his mother during birth and his father (distraught from the death) commit suicide

Occupation (Trader, student, etc.): Trader, male prostitute when times are rough but he tries to stay away from that

Skills/Hobbies: can hide really well, good at haggling with other traders, very skilled with a knife

Appearance (Picture and/or description): pitch black hair with an “emo flap” covering his left eye, his hair only ever goes to the base of his neck in the back and it is layered, very pale, bright green eyes (almost electric looking), thin but has some muscles, almost always wears a green and black outfit of some sort (it’s the only colors his foster parents ever bought for his clothes)

Bio: Ohanzee was born in a small hospital, his mother died giving birth. His father was too distraught to keep going and jumped off the roof of the hospital later that day. His father didn’t even want to see little Ohanzee, he thought that he was evil. Ohanzee was given to a foster family that was Native American. They named him Ohanzee (it means “shadow” in their native tongue) based on his paleness and dark hair. He wasn’t raised the best; his sibling always beat him up simply because he was a foster child. When he tried telling his parents, they shrugged it off because they favored their biological children. Ohanzee found out when he was ten that the only reason they fostered him was because they would be given money; this completely tore him apart and he ran away for a month before his older brother found him. His parents punished him by chaining him to the stairs with no shirt and allowing his brothers to beat him, cut him, whip him, and even allowed a local pedophile to rape him while the family just watched and laughed. He just didn’t understand why someone would do that. After the week was up, he locked himself in his room and attempted to hang himself, but failed when his brothers kicked in the door. But after that, he got teased because of it. Because of his attempt, his parents punished him the same way again, but this time were keeping him there permanently, he got loose and ran away once more, he ran as fast as he could for as long as he could, carrying everything he owned in his backpack (which wasn’t much). His foster family never found him. Then, one day, when he was walking down an alley to get to a street, a gang of men surrounded him, he tried to run but the men caught him and gang-raped him before shooting him in the chest three times. He dragged himself to the hospital where he barely survived. Once he was released, he just began walking; hiding whenever he thought there was a threat. He had no money and needed some badly, so he became an under aged male prostitute for a short time before getting a real job and trading. He’s glad he ran away, but still has trouble surviving sometimes. He’ll often help people even when times are tough for him. He doesn’t like when people try to help him though and will often refuse to let them help, he bases his entire life off his strength and independence.